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<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:05 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Alone at Dawn</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1144322</link>
<description>&#x3C;strong&#x3E;&#x3C;a name=&#x22;ealoneat&#x22; /&#x3E;&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;After a good sleep&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Freed from all the day&#x26;#39;s 
work&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Spending a quiet time&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
All alone&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
During winter nights&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
In the 
crisp air&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Not a sound can be heard&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Quietly, with a calm 
heart&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Conversing with oneself&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Setting aside everything&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The load on one&#x26;#39;s shoulders&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Gently returning 
oneself&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Both body and spirit&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            To a time of childlike innocence&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
A peaceful time&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Set 
free&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
For just a moment&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
From all worries&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
From all doubts&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Melting 
away&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Just going after&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Sweet dreams&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
A happy time&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

            &#x3C;br /&#x3E;

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<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2005 23:14 EST</pubDate>
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<title>TOO LATE
I didn&#x27;t know I loved you
Until you...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1116116</link>
<description>TOO LATE&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         I didn&#x26;#39;t know I loved you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         Until you went away.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         I didn&#x26;#39;t much think of you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         Up to that final day.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         The music that was you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         I only noticed when it stopped.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         I didn&#x26;#39;t take the time to&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         Tell you that I cared a lot.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         My love of life went with you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         Too late for me to say&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         I didn&#x26;#39;t know how much I loved you&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
         Until the day you went away.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

&#x3C;p&#x3E;What
                  do I do, now I&#x26;#39;ve reached the edge?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  The cliff is steep to the plain below.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  Miles upon miles of emptry air&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  And no hand will I hold, but your hand&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  and you are not there!&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

                  
                  
&#x3C;p&#x3E;What
                  do I do when smothering black&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  Of night engulfs me ... coldly dark&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  So dark I tingle with sudden fear&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  No arms do I need but your arms&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  And you are not there!&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

                  
                  
&#x3C;p&#x3E;What
                  do I do with a life that tells&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  the end of the world in a darkened mist&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  But still must keep senselessly on&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  No love keeps my heart, but your love&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
                  And you ... you are gone!&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
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<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 20:32 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Yeah.....
Walk in my shoes
for one single...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/aYie28/journal/1113573</link>
<description>&#x3C;strong&#x3E;Yeah.....&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Walk in my shoes&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        for one single day.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Then you&#x26;#39;ll see why&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I need to pray.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Come live in my home&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        for a week or two&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        and then remember&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I am just like you.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I didnt ask for the things I was given&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I didnt choose this road I have taken&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Walk a mile with me hand in hand&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Then perhaps you will understand.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        &#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I&#x26;#39;m not really complaining&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        about the stress in my life,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I know that we all have &#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        some toil and some strife.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        But walk with me, when you think&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I am wrong, walk with me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        and you&#x26;#39;ll start to belong.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Embrace my sorrows,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        like they are your own,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        And then you will know me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        And see I have grown.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        &#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        The journey I take&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        is different from yours&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        My life took one of those&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        unexpected detours,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        But this road that I travel&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        is not really so long,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        If the people who watch me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        will join in my song.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Listen to my footsteps&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        and watch how I dance&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        And then you will know me&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        and give me a chance.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        &#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Take heart and remember&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        It can happen to you,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        who knows where my pathway&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        will cross over to you?&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        So speak to me softly&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        if you can&#x26;#39;t understand&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        Remember I once stood&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        right there where you stand.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        And walk with me gently&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        when the day is at end.&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        And then I will know&#x3C;br /&#x3E;

        I can call you my friend.</description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2005 20:03 EST</pubDate>
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